When the c*** crowsAnd the wind blowsAnd the primrose of dawnIs at your windowsMoving through the deepYou chase dreams across your sleepScarecrows, waiting at your door

In the last days of the centuryLeaning from your balconyYou said this is how it's meant to beCan't you feel it in the airSee that light come shining downAll the way to ChinatownSee it come from miles aroundReflecting everywhere

You wore black clothesYou quoted ShakespeareYou still make me shakeWhen you get this nearYou look like a still from Cecil B. DemilleWhen I saw you waiting at my door

In the last days of the centuryLeaning from y our balconyYou say changes come so rapidlyYou can feel them in the airWhoever you pretend to beYou must face yourself eventuallyIn the last days of the centuryWho knows who we were

In the last days of the centuryLeaning from your balconyYou said this is how it's meant to beCan't you feel it in the airSee that light come shining downAll the way to ChinatownSee it shine from miles aroundReflecting everywere